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ENJOY! 🎀

What should Vox answer? If he should answer at all? 📺⚡️

Please pick between:

A) Vox doesn’t answer. He tries to ignore him and goes on.

B) 📺: You never come in peace… What is this about?!

I will draw the answer and continue accordingly. Thanks in advance!! ✨

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A growl can be heard in Vox's voice as he looks warningly at his rival. Just one step too many and he'll pierce this asshole with his thickest cable.

Alastor raises his hands defensively.

🦌: Easy, old friend. I come in peace.

📺: Alastor...

🦌: Need some help, old pal?

With that, the radio demon appears next to him. Vox doesn't take his eyes off him for a second.

🦌: It must be difficult to do this all by yourself and without a mirror, let me—

📺: What do you want?!

🦌: If you keep doing that, you won't get very far with your repairs.

Vox stops, looks around, tries to locate the source of that oh-so-familiar voice. And there he is... with that smile he's learned to hate.

For a moment, Vox pauses, looking at his fingers, his claws. They're trembling, just a little. Anger rises within him and he clenches his fists, cries out, and punches the wall next to him.

His breathing is still irregular, tears welling up in his eyes... damn it...

It's terrible! He breathes heavily, in and out, as he tries to reconnect the cables to his body. God... he was so... so stupid. With a single action, he lost everything! His reputation! His team... what he hadn't expected at all!

It's cold and dark outside. No one is there, no one who could be a witness. Vox lifts his head, which is not yet fully connected to his slightly damaged body, as quietly as possible. Damn... everything is spinning. The memories of what happened...